Her eyes twinkling with fervour
I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.
Without preamble she leapt into analysis
of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.
The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised
and I offered a half smile and shrug,
as graciously she said
“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;
dismissing the devotee withdrawing
on her delighted sighs.
Shawn L. Bird 